Cherished By Seven Sisters novel Chapter 812

Chapter 812 Into The Grey Mist 

Cultivators, by their very nature, defied the heavens and changed their fate against all odds. No opportunity would ever fall into their laps without reason. Everything had to be fought for by themselves. 

“I, Emrys, have never known fear in my life. Today, I will see who is playing tricks inside!” 

Suddenly, a surge of determination crupted within Emrys. In the final moment, he chose to trust his gut feeling. He decided to grit his teeth and take the risk. 

“Go!” 

Emrys seemed to have plunged into a state of madness. With a reckless leap, he hurled himself toward the gray mist, much like a moth drawn to a flame. 

“If I’m to die, then so be it!” 

Lightning pierced through Emrys’s body in an instant, illuminating his skeletal frame as if it were an X–ray. 

The onlookers were momentarily at a loss for words. 

Surrounding that swath of gray mist, crimson lightning crackled menacingly. Even their chancellor dared not approach, for it was no longer a mere game of chance. 

As long as one dared to venture within, they were certain to encounter lightning and thunder. 

However, Emrys, the naive fool, acted as if he was seeking his own doom, charging headlong into the situation. As everyone had predicted, he ended up getting struck by lightning. 

He wasn’t a madman. He was a fool! 

Cameron roared with unparalleled satisfaction, “Ha, that’s what you get for being a poser! Now you’ve got what you deserve. Hahaha, you’ve really made my day!” 

Sylvia was speechless. 

Seeing Emrys being consumed by the lightning, she didn’t feel much pain, just a sense of speechlessness. 

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Being the Ultimate Lucky One symbolized a kind of luck, akin to being under divine protection, which could largely help one avoid major calamities. 

Just a moment ago, Emrys had ventured all the way to the sixth layer of the Thundercloud Marsh. Hundreds of lightning bolts had struck down simultaneously, yet not a single one had harmed him in the slightest. This was a testament to his extraordinary luck and a clear demonstration of his lucky chance. 

However, no matter how great the opportunity, it couldn’t be squandered like this! 

It was as if one day, a deity suddenly appeared before you, assuring you that with his protection, your luck would be unmatched. You responded to him, “Is that so?” 

Then you jump off an eighteen–story building and died. 

In your dying moment, you ask, “But you said my luck was unbeatable. Why did I still die?” 

The deity couldn’t answer you. 

Was this how luck is used? 

You were practically begging for death with your actions. Even the greatest stroke of luck couldn’t save you now! 

Even the deity was left speechless. 

Wasn’t this exactly the situation Emrys found himself in? 

Sylvia not only didn’t feel heartache for Emrys but even inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief. 

Her liking for Emrys was superficial, merely because Emrys was stronger than her. 

In other words, if it were another person with Emrys’s luck and strength, she would still admire them. No, the word “admire” shouldn’t be used. It was more like a psychological attachment to the strong. 

She had probably been subtly influenced by Ameera. 

If there was anyone who genuinely worried for Emrys, it was probably only Ninette. The moment she saw Emrys struck by lightning, it felt as if a sharp thorn had pierced her heart. The pain was excruciating. 

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